It was just another game of chicken.She had seen plenty of penises -- soft, hard and even so shy they had withdrawn back into the embarrassed patient'... body; it didn't faze her. The reactions from her patients however were almost always unpredictable.The very youngest didn't seem at all worried -- prepubescent, there was little to see and absolutely nothing of interest. Young teen's weren't much better though they had apparently eaten from the tree of knowledge and were now far more sensitive. "She settled at the table and folded her casted arms before her breasts, then fixed her moist, expectant eyes on me. I drew a chair, sat beside her and started feeding her. My hand was trembling slightly so the spoon sometimes missed her hungry mouth but I was diligently wiping with a napkin the trickles dribbling down her chin. Several times the spoon clattered on her teeth. I even managed to spill soup on her bare thigh but she accepted it with a smile and simply nodded toward the napkins. It. "What the fuck can he do in a dickless zone?" It was Simon who's organised it for us," said Crystal. "Kai called him up on a hunch and Simon just happens to be a friend of Ariel Golgotha, the woman organising the festival. Simon told her that we'd played at the John Knowles Paine Concert Hall and what a great band he thinks we are." How is the professor?" I asked, as the only other person who'd met him."Professor Simon Kurrein?" said Crystal, surprised to hear him addressed in that way. "OK, I. " There were just some of the things running through Scarlett's head.*4 Hours later*Scarlett got dressed and headed to the club, which was called "The Red Cat." She was wearing a navy blue jacket with black sweatpants which showed off her ample behind, black shades, and a plain white shirt. The club was packed, the drinks strong, the House music loud, and the lighting red. Hey, it wasn't called "The Red Cat" for nothing. But that didn't seem to matter too much for Scarlett as she was scheduled.